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Chapter 23.

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Chase.

Beirut, Lebanon.

20 years ago...

Noon.

My heart beats wildly as the car rolls through the gates of the mansion.

Tall. Intimidating. A massive structure of white and black marble walls greets us as the car glides to a stop in the driveway.

My eyes stay glued to the window, taking everything in. Despite the exhaustion weighing down my body from the endless flight hours we endured all the way to Lebanon, excitement still hums beneath my skin.

Dad’s voice from days ago echoes i
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    Chase. The look of horror on Lucy’s face guts me from the inside out. Makes me feel like she’s scolding me. The way my mum used to scold me whenever I did something wrong. That look of horror mothers wear when disappointment claws through them. “He shot himself? That’s a lie and you know it.” She steps back. “What did you do? Tell me!” She screeches. I stare at her hard. Weighing how much I should tell her. How much of me she truly needs to know. “All you need to know, Kitten, is that I handled a man that tried to rape you...That tried to take you by force.” I never break eye contact with her. “The same way I took care of Bowman and his friends.” At those last words, Lucy lets out a sharp gasp. She sinks to the ground, her face turning ashen. Her body slowly starts trembling. Seeing her like this makes my heart cave in on itself. Shatter. I pivot immediately and move toward her, crouching low to her level. But the second I reach for her, she shoves me back hard and I land on my

  • Salt And Steel   Chapter 35.

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